Verse 1

Would you believe I’m ‘ready on my album thank-yous?
Could be too early but you never know when death will catch you
Or maybe God will catch you
Or maybe God will catch you
The present is a gift but really what’s the holding future?
I’m from a lower class where niggas never had a tutor
The type of place where niggas try their best to fool you
Being a killer is cooler
Staying alive is crucial
How you ‘posed to do that when everyone you know’s a shooter
What world is this really?
The hardest and that’s clearly
Who’s to blame when people die and blacks are found the guilty?
We have it fucked up, even whites don’t have it easy
Sometimes I think we getting punished for the lives we living
At the start I saw no sin
Now we getting killed for rings
Loving shiny blings
Pricey thing
Heaven must be cold, ain’t thinking it’s as cold as this
How will kids live in these fucked up and poor conditions that we slowly build?
And if I get to heaven, will I have my past erased?
People be the same colour?
No fucking shit ‘bout race
Behind the purely gates…life is different…is it same?
No rappers seen as lame
No losers after playing games
Wonder if we’ll still be players, will some niggas still be gays?
Ain’t no case
Ain’t no fucking murders fucking taking place…uh
But for now I roll
Smoke the weed and let a nigga mind slowly drift away

Hook

I wish not to die young
I still wanna have fun
Ain’t asking to be rich, so Lord ain’t really asking for much
I know that you’re not me
Ain’t no nigga like me
But analyze the world and tell me what is it that you see
I wish not to die young
I still wanna have fun
Ain’t asking to be rich, so Lord ain’t really asking for much
I know that you’re not me
Ain’t no nigga like me
But analyze the world and tell me what is it that you see

Verse 2 (Dice)

LYRICS UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Hook

I wish not to die young
I still wanna have fun
Ain’t asking to be rich, so Lord ain’t really asking for much
I know that you’re not me
Ain’t no nigga like me
But analyze the world and tell me what is it that you see
I wish not to die young
I still wanna have fun
Ain’t asking to be rich, so Lord ain’t really asking for much
I know that you’re not me
Ain’t no nigga like me
But analyze the world and tell me what is it that you see

Verse 3

It’s funny how think you understand what’s going
You never get our life until you wear the shoes that we be on
Is it right?
Is it wrong?
It’s just life, live it on
I can’t tell you how to live it
I’m a human, I’m not God
I can just write a song
Hoping that it feels your soul
You can gasp it as I throw
Take it in and make it gold
Cold, yeah. That’s how the world is
We all have right in mind
We all have lights inside
Depending how you use it
Wisely choose it, me I shine
Ay, you can choose to crime
And just call it your grind
See niggas wanna see heaven but they don’t wanna die
And what’s the point of living when we niggas hate our lives?
Don’t you just love it when rappers say something to make you think?
Especially when they say our thoughts are thoughts are shallow and sink
Our lives have lost some balanced, but my niggas still…
Go out at night…sip on intoxicating drinks